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Human Ashtray Bitch
Listen as Mistress Katherine Kink, Mistress Rachael Rise, and I drag our pathetic little bitch Jackson outside after a long day. Leashed and kneeling like the worthless toy he is, he exists only to serve as our filthy human ashtray.
Hear the flick of our cigarettes and the soft ash falling straight into his open, eager mouth. Listen to us laughing and chatting casually while we use him, yanking his leash and pulling his hair to keep his head exactly where we want it. When the stupid bitch dares to speak, you’ll hear the sharp yank of the leash and the solid kick between his legs that shuts him up instantly.
Three dominant voices teasing and degrading him the entire time — mocking how low he’s fallen, how pathetic he looks, and how perfectly he serves as nothing but a warm, open ashtray for our ashes and spit. Wet flicks, cruel laughter, whimpers, and total ownership fill every second.
Hear the flick of our cigarettes and the soft ash falling straight into his open, eager mouth. Listen to us laughing and chatting casually while we use him, yanking his leash and pulling his hair to keep his head exactly where we want it. When the stupid bitch dares to speak, you’ll hear the sharp yank of the leash and the solid kick between his legs that shuts him up instantly.
Three dominant voices teasing and degrading him the entire time — mocking how low he’s fallen, how pathetic he looks, and how perfectly he serves as nothing but a warm, open ashtray for our ashes and spit. Wet flicks, cruel laughter, whimpers, and total ownership fill every second.
Listen as Mistress Katherine Kink, Mistress Rachael Rise, and I drag our pathetic little bitch Jackson outside after a long day. Leashed and kneeling like the worthless toy he is, he exists only to serve as our filthy human ashtray.
Hear the flick of our cigarettes and the soft ash falling straight into his open, eager mouth. Listen to us laughing and chatting casually while we use him, yanking his leash and pulling his hair to keep his head exactly where we want it. When the stupid bitch dares to speak, you’ll hear the sharp yank of the leash and the solid kick between his legs that shuts him up instantly.
Three dominant voices teasing and degrading him the entire time — mocking how low he’s fallen, how pathetic he looks, and how perfectly he serves as nothing but a warm, open ashtray for our ashes and spit. Wet flicks, cruel laughter, whimpers, and total ownership fill every second.
Hear the flick of our cigarettes and the soft ash falling straight into his open, eager mouth. Listen to us laughing and chatting casually while we use him, yanking his leash and pulling his hair to keep his head exactly where we want it. When the stupid bitch dares to speak, you’ll hear the sharp yank of the leash and the solid kick between his legs that shuts him up instantly.
Three dominant voices teasing and degrading him the entire time — mocking how low he’s fallen, how pathetic he looks, and how perfectly he serves as nothing but a warm, open ashtray for our ashes and spit. Wet flicks, cruel laughter, whimpers, and total ownership fill every second.
